Luyện nghe bài hát S.P. So Bastardly

[VERSE 1:
I'm sippin' purple magic, stuck like traffic
On the of his head, S.P.M. tatted
Boys down with me, four flat tires
Got Benz's and and candy jaguars
Try to make it rich, breakin'
My girl's name was cocaine, a crazy bitch
Was my first love, that I admit
Watchin' dope fiends for half a cigarette
Do these rappers know, how it go
Or are they just another fake on the
I to the 'Pac, I listen to the Pat
My either dead or in the kitchen cookin' crack
Boys wanna' stare, it to the square, hoe
I stay ag' or should I let my hair grow?
I know it don't stop, though they try
45 years, in this a homicide

[CHORUS:
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
And pull so
And pack so
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And pack so

[VERSE 2:
The has got me on edge
I'm gettin' to that spot on the ledge
To where if I drop, I'm dead
Man, it's probably
'Cuz these days, innocent get locked in the 'feds
Or either rocked wit' a fulla' lead
Or (of the death??)
Now, I don't wanna' be the next one to suffer the same
I'm in same game, I hustle to change things
'Cuz whoever says I just see lead fly
The bullets done sped by, now that's where your lie
I be cruzin' the back street, my screw tape bang
The caddy coop stay swangin' through the lanes
So come creep me, let me show you the ropes I roll frequently
Out the dirty, coast
What the like baby, this is real life
This is what it feels like, you in the trill life
is what it still like, still fly the kite to Los
I''d to welcome y'all on behalf of S.P. bro'

[CHORUS:
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
And pull so
And so heavily
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And so heavily

3: SPM]
I'ma stay strong, then they thought
I made 'em so sick I bought it off the lot
But I'd fall apart, if I couldn't
Park, slap 20's on my Noah's Ark
Money a thing, never will I love it
that's why the Lord gave me plenty of it
I it on my homies, spent it on my kids
I put a diamond necklace in my momma's
But all the jealousy kept me up
I try to stuff a fuckin' whole in one blunt
So many enemies, for no good
Guess they mad cause I make the look easy
In the club, on a hog leg
With some car wishin' I would drop dead
Now that I'm on lock, they still can't it
Homie, I'm the king of this shit, man it

[CHORUS:
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
And pull so
And so heavily
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And so heavily